I’d a friend in New York, whose letters I read;
And he wrote: In the whole of your country,
He ’ad looked the biggest graveyards through,
Looked ’em through with uncommon keer,
But never ’ad come to a single view
Of a cove[[10]] as wos aged fifty year.
“And as this is the case in hevery State,
I think there’s nothink on hearth for cure’n
A chap hof a fancy to hemigrate
Like readin’ of them graveyards of yourn.